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The Suffering

So she has left 
And I am on my own 
Though I am silent 
Inside I am torn 
I don't know what to do 
I thought it was a dream 
But turns out it was real 
And now the situation is grim 

I was shattered into pieces
Couldn't stop crying
Couldn't get a hold on me
Maybe I was not trying
Never felt so lonely
Needed something to get high
Began smoking and drinking
I thought I would just die

I couldn't even share
How did I feel
My wounds were the ones
Only time could heal
I couldn't even smile
For days and nights
Remembering the kisses
And the silly fights

They say breakup is bad
But they don't know that
The thing which is bad
Is really its aftermath
My tears have stopped
But the feelings have not
I need to change
I have suffered a lot

They say I am hollow
My eyes have lost the spark
I have spent my time
Too much in the dark
Guess I've no choice
Now that she's gone
I can't do much by grieving
I have to move on

It is time for me
To get back in line
As I've realized
Everything's gonna be fine
I made a mistake
And I paid the price
I'm ready to take
Another shot on life

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